They shall leave your kingdom
In there droves each taking a brick as they leave
And stone by stone and soul by soul
Your walls fall down and your city burns to the ground
You shall sit there on your thrown of stubborn pride
So you'll die in the flames
And they won't even look back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really liked reading this bit of art it is very pretty.